I meant to post the second part of my Story Engineering series on Friday. I truly did, but my fifteen-year-old son decided to have a severe asthma attack as I was writing it. So inconsiderate.
After a call to 911, cleaning his room, and doing laundry all day, I didn’t have the energy to do anything else. I’m still recovering (and still doing laundry–who would have thought five kids could create so much laundry?).
I’m hoping to have the post up by Monday and resume the regular schedule with part 3.
Can it really be considered a schedule if I’ve only made one post?
For the record, my son is fine. It’s the worst attack he’s had since he developed asthma last summer, and all of his inhalers were empty. My husband left work early to take him to urgent care, but in the end, he couldn’t wait that long. I ended up calling 911 because he could barely breathe and was nearly passing out. The EMTs gave him a breathing treatment and his stats returned to close to normal, so my husband took him to the doctor after that.
He came home and slept for a while. Every inch of him was sore, especially his chest, but he was feeling fine by evening. He even helped me cook dinner and was wrestling with his little brother.
Still, couldn’t he have at least waited to nearly die after I was done with my post? Hmm? Teenagers… always thinking of themselves.